His Abused Mute Luna

Chapter Fifteen

"I didn't get to tell you before, but those bags are full of clothes for you. My sister had gone out and bought you a few things until you feel comfortable enough here," he interrupted my thoughts and I looked over at the bags, "she guessed your sizes based on look and I've got to give it to her, she's very good at it, so they should be a close fit."

My gaze darted back to him and I scrunched my eyebrows. He has a sister? Was it the woman that called me names? Could someone as sweet as him have a sister as nasty as her?

"You haven't met her. She came by while you were unconscious in the hospital because I didn't want her to overwhelm you. If it says anything, Whitney is her best friend," he appeared embarrassed, averting his eyes to the floor with a neck rub and I smiled at how cute it looked.

He is a very strong, muscular man who fights for what he loves. He doesn't look like the type to feel emotions such as nervousness, embarrassment, or even pain, yet he does, which makes him much more real to me.

I slid off the bed and walked over to the bags, opening them enough to see inside and my smile widened upon seeing sealed packages of underwear. My smile then faltered in confusion when I spotted a small, triangular fabric with straps, so I lifted it out of the bag and turned to him with a frown.

I swear I've seen one of these before in a bigger size...

He widened his eyes and rubbed his face, "uh, I'll have, um, Gabbie help you with that."

Nodding, I put it back in the bag and grabbed a black flared skirt with an excited gasp, adding it to the growing pile in my arms then digging for a top, pulling out a white t-shirt and spinning to face him.

"Did you find what you wanted?" He smiled and I nodded, looking down at the pile in my grasp.

Picking whatever I want to wear is so fun! I hope I get to do it more often.

"I'll let you do what you need," he said, walking over and reaching past me, pulling out a shirt from the dresser and sliding it over his head. I watched intently as he covered himself and a slight frown tugged at my lips, "just knock on the bedroom door when you're done and I'll come get you. Take your time, okay?"

I nodded and he brushed some hair out of my face before smiling down at me, then turning away and leaving the room. I noticed on his way out that the shirt hugged his arms and collar, becoming loose below his pecks where it hid his six pack.

I didn't even know just how muscular he was until now. I think he should walk around without a shirt from now on.

Clearing my thoughts of him, I took off the dress and looked down at myself. My body was dirty again and I don't want him to be driven away from me for being unhygienic, but I also don't know if I am allowed to take yet another shower after already having so many already.

I reluctantly walked into the bathroom with my things, setting them down and quietly turning on the water so he didn't hear.

I'll just have to make it fast so he doesn't notice, my hair is still damp from earlier so I'm sure he won't see a difference.

I really want him to like me.

I can't ruin this.

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I pulled the skirt up and lifted my gaze to the mirror, insecurities immediately flooding in after seeing the white t-shirt wasn't long enough to cover my still bruised and scarred stomach, however, it still fit. It also was a little snug, revealing just how flat chested and skinny I am.

I don't like this shirt.

The skirt, on the other hand, covered everything below my belly button, ending just above mid-thigh with built in shorts underneath. I felt comfortable in it unlike the top. Maybe if I had boobs and a little more fat, it'd be cute, except I don't.

I'm just going to change.

He wouldn't want to see this.

Frowning, I left the bathroom and dug through the bags in an attempt to find something baggy so it'd shield my battered body from his eyes. I grew frustrated when I couldn't find anything until my eyes trailed up to the dresser.

He wouldn't get mad if I wear one of his shirts, will he? He's given me one already, so it shouldn't matter, will it?

Deciding to risk it, I stood up and opened the drawer, grabbing the first shirt I saw which was a dark gray t-shirt. I took off everything I was wearing except for the underwear, pulling on his shirt then looking for bottoms next.

I found silk-like shorts and pulled them on, nodding to myself after seeing they fit then moving to the door and knocking. It opened a moment later and I felt heat flush my cheeks, my anxiety raising with slight fear he would say something cruel.

"You didn't want to wear the outfit you picked?" He asked, dragging my eyes up to his and I shook my head, frowning, but he smiled which washed away all anxiousness I felt, "that's okay, Angel, don't look so upset. You're beautiful in everything, just remember that."

I nodded, watching him extend his arm and open his palm as if asking for mine and I smiled, placing my hand in his warm one. The tingles that sprouted made me shiver with a still growing smile, though I attempted to force it down due to the ache it created in my cheeks.

He led me through another doorway and I came to a halt, my eyes scanning the room in amazement while my hold on his hand tightened.

The lights were off and candles were spread around the room, being the only light aside from the television. There were also pillows against the foot of the couches, creating a 'U' shape around them alongside the piles of blankets laid out with a bunch of different things in bowls and plates near the bottom of them. It smelled like food and the scent made my stomach gurgle, making my cheeks grow hot as I looked at him. He smiled, a small laugh emitting from him, before he gently tugged me toward the blanket pile.

"Will you eat this time?" He raised a brow, a smirk tugging at his lips as he pulled me down with him into the soft pile of squishy blankets, "I even had them write every ingredient they used on the notes underneath them if it makes you feel more comfortable."

I nodded, knowing I couldn't resist again if I tried. It all smelt so amazing, almost better than him, and that's hard to beat.

"Eat whatever and however much you want," he added, signaling to the food and I hesitantly reached out toward a dark-pink square, feeling it was cold, wet, and had a snowy texture.

"It's watermelon," he stated, taking one for himself, "it's safe, see?" He popped it in his mouth and I smiled, finding it cute that he's going to such lengths to prove himself as trustworthy over and over again.

He didn't have to because I already trusted him, I'm certain of it.

I put it in my mouth and chewed, widening my eyes at the immaculate flavor that absorbed into my tongue. He chuckled, watching as I grabbed a little brown ball from the pile on a plate and ate it right after.

The flavor was intense yet completely different, but I loved it. It was unlike anything I've ever had and I grew addicted, already longing for more.

"So you should know I talked to Wayne this morning," he spoke up, making me push the fifth ball into my mouth then look at him with full cheeks. He grinned with wide eyes, a slight laugh shook his body and I slowly began to chew the mouthful I had, embarrassment consuming me the longer he stared.

Am I being too eager? Does he think I'm gross? Does he regret staying with me?

I nodded slowly, swallowing everything in my mouth as he wrapped his arms around my body and pulled me onto his lap. I couldn't contain my smile and he brushed the hair out of my face, pressing a kiss to my cheekbone and I curled up into his chest, nuzzling my face into his collar and staring up at him with a flutter of tingles in my chest.

"How would you feel if I told you we can help you speak again?"